"Imagine," I whispered, the dream of it so vivid in my mind, "a world where our children play beneath the same moon, safe from the shadows that seek to tear us apart."

Night had fallen by the time the meeting concluded, the moon casting its silver glow upon the now-empty chamber. A few had departed with furrowed brows, yet many lingered, their expressions thoughtful, the seeds of friendship beginning to sprout.

As I walked alongside the western Luna toward the gardens for a breath of fresh ...